A pair of chopsticks, I am, just two simple wooden sticks
But my mission is noble and great
My story began a long time ago
When I served many generations, young and old
To many cultures in different land
I have served kings and queens
Statesmen, prisoners, paupers all alike
The respect that I deserve, depends on
How I am being held in your hands
A pair of chopsticks, I am
I will be forever useful
If only you can cradle me correctly
And comfortably through your fingers
Whilst resting me beneath the thumb of your hand!
